Poetess I : wilderness

For two years I walked the earth
As the chaos ridden years took you away
To some formless cloudy blood red sky
No phone, no words, no pets, no cigarettes.
Ultimate freedom.
I was no longer poisoned by the civilization you fled
The freedom in simple beauty was too good to pass up
For some unanswered questions and cadaverous wounds
Your only gifts are harsh blows,
And occasionally the waves to feel strong.
Now I don't know much about you,
but I do know that that's the way it is here
When the calm is setting in -
In the most ancient of human conditions,
Facing the blind death stone alone,
With nothing to help you but your hands
And your own flickering dreams